User blog comment:Corbus/A New Home/@comment-4094509-20111019220605

Soarin heaves a sigh of relief as the weasel known as Claudius sheaths his weapon. She nods in acknowledgement and takes a look at the cluttered and ruined remains of the harsh bloody battle between two unknown hordes. After scanning the scene, she preens her feathers and opens her beak. "I see...krrreeeaaakkk. I forgive you eartbeast. Would you mind if I followed you to wherever you may be going? I am quite the lost falcon," she would say. Her stomach emitted a loud growl and she stared sheepishly down. "I'm sorry to say, but you have any earthgrub for a poor falcon as I?"